I had an odd dream/nightmare last night. Details are sketchy but I remember standing in line to meet Simon and it was taking forever. Like all week.. I remember my friends coming up to me while in line and bringing me food, water, and monster energy drinks to keep me awake for the week. I ended up missing the man and temple burn and when I finally got to the front of the line, I was ushered in by Mary and Savannah wearing long flowing robes. Like I was meeting the pope or something. When I got inside the lavish tent, there was only a cardboard cutout of Simon and some dude with a Polaroid camera taking pictures. I got my pic taken with cardboard Simon and ran out screaming like a teen girl at a Justin Beiber concert. That's when I woke up and realized that I had to go to work and there was no picture of me with Simon to prove anything.

Not sure if this dream means anything other than too much scotch last night........

Oh man, just a couple of days ago I saw this thread and realized, shocked, that I hadn't dreamt of the playa in weeks. I'd been having near nightly dreams even as recently as a month ago and they were one of the best parts of falling asleep. Last night, though, I had my very first BM nightmare.

My camp mates and I were frantically trying to get out of Los Angeles shocked to realize that it was somehow Wednesday of burn week. It was dusk and traffic was hell and no one seemed to know why we were so late. Nothing was ready. My favorite outfit wasn't mended, in fact it wasn't even packed. I don't think our shade structure was updated, the project wasn't finished, and I don't think we had any beer or other critical supplies either. It was fucking awful. I woke up partway through it, drenched in sweat.

I went back to sleep and dreamt of the burn itself. Well, it was supposed to be the burn. There were weird rocky outcroppings between the camps and way fewer people. I think it was supposed to be the edge of the city. Everything was cold and awful and I still didn't have my fur vest. Fucking awful nightmare. If you'll excuse me, I'm going to go prepare some...

ygmir wrote:Everyone loves you there, and no one cares a shit about you..........all at once. and vice versa.

I had one last night where I had met a guy with a 40' pyramid covered in silver duct tape. The door pulled back like a tent. The inside had lofts, and the floor had a marginal sound system on particle board folding tables. I often have long detailed dreams about architecture.

I dreamed that I was driving the last leg to the gate, and on either side of the road were bogs full of rotting plant matter. A friend in my vehicle asked to stop so she could harvest the cheese off of one of the cheese plants. After tasting it, she said it was a little passed its prime. As if that weren't weird enough, when we got Greeters it was a hotel which charged a mandatory $4.25 for a bed, with loong lines of people standing at the concierge desk. I had to ask if my partner and I could share a bed, since we didn't need two, and the concierge said, "DO YOUR HOMEWORK," then pointed me to a desk which was labeled "HOMEWORK." There were pieces of paper lined out on the desk with the following instructions:

"Remove tab and cut and fold along directional lines. Place your origami swan on your chest when you sleep to ward off bad spirits."

Hushville was at 5 and L, not 5 and E. Larry and the others had done all the packing, I'd been too sick or absent. They forgot my trike, we didn't have the rhoadescar, the carports weren't set up, we were in some sort of purple scarf thing built on EZ-ups. "We can sleep in the dust, it is okay". I told Larry I had only half a box of art, so why even set up the Home? I also told him I had no memory of Gate or Greeter's, did I sleep that much?

I had one pair of bad shoes, no water bottle, and had to borrow a dust scarf and hat from a nice young lady with short blond hair. I was going to try to find Elliot's camp to borrow a bike. I did dream about Millicent! Someone offered me a ride, and we got to the plaza, but I ended up in a "The Night Before Christmas" theme camp art installation ... back in a building, with the knobs to the doors breaking off in my hands.

Geeze AntiM. I'm glad you got THAT outta your system. Don't you worry. If you forget anything the eplayans will provide.

Pictures or it didn't happen GreycoyoteI a recovering swagaholic I have to resist my grabby nature VultureChowThose aren't buttermilk biscuits I'm lying on SavannahWe're out there to play like adults with no adult supervision CaptG

I hooked 7 of my girlfriends chickens to the small-scale dog sled (with wheels) as my art car. Darn chickens snuck off in a dust storm and swiped the flag from First Camp. They did a good job of getting around the playa though.

In retrospect, this is the first disaster dream that I actually had a camp stay on the playa. so, I guess it turned out ok...

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